The Angel of Archibald Academy

by Angel of Music IId

Flora Chapel is a young, Nature Division angel, still learning how to control her power and emotions. With her two older brothers- The Seraphim Ariel, Wielder of Fire, head of her division, and Archangel Cassiel, creator of the Moon and Angel of Music, She is investigating a tiny coastal town. Join her as she navigates high school, love, grades, and demons.

1. Chapter 1 - St Leonard's Resident Angel

"The humans will think I'm strange," I complained to my brother.

Ariel smiled, "So you should feel right at home.

"Ariel," Our oldest brother scolded, "I'm sure Flora will do just fine.

"And what makes you say that, Cassiel?" Ariel countered.

"Ariel!" I whined, "I'm serious."

He gave me a look that told me he was only joking, "I'm sorry," He sighed, "You'll do okay, and even if you don't, it won't matter when we return to Heaven."

"Meanwhile," Cassiel interrupted, "we should get some rest."

Even Ariel was too exhausted to argue with that.

Once I got to my room, I realized that I wasn't as tired as I'd thought initially. I opened the windows so I could hear the waves. On my window sill, sat a small planter box.

As soon as I touched it, the box seemed to glow. It began to sprout small silver flowers that shimmered in the moonlight.

I smiled when they started to hum a soft tune. I was so mesmerized by my creation, that I jumped when my door creaked open.

I recovered by the time Cassiel poked his head into my room.

"Hey, Cass," I tried not to sound too surprised, "I guess you couldn't sleep either."

He lifted his perfect shoulders in a shrug, "You know I have insomnia."

"Sorry," I turned to face him.

"Nice flowers, by the way." He stooped to smell one, "Vanilla?"

"That's what I think the moon should smell like," I explained.

"Interesting," Cassiel leaned out the window to gaze at the silver moon, "I've always thought she would smell more like lavender."

"Hmm," I watched my brother's hair blow around his face, "I used to think that, but then you gave me a vanilla cookie when you took me stargazing."

"I see," The angel laughed, "You do have some concrete reasoning there."

"Don't make fun," I scolded, "It was your fault for making such good cookies, in the first place."

"It's not that hard, Flora."

"Yeah right. I tried to recreate them, and ended up using the result to barbecue your dinner last week."

With a smile, Cassiel leaned against my dresser, "That must have been why my meal tasted like cookies."

"Very funny, Cassiel." I yawned.

"You're tired," He observed, "I'll let you sleep."

"Okay," I climbed under my light blue covers.

My brother planted a kiss on top of my head, "Good night, Flora."

"Good night, Cassiel."

With a smile, he turned out the lights and closed my door.

I drifted off to sleep comfortably, my vanilla-moon flowers humming gently in my ear.